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letra de no holds barred - tommy tee

[verse 1: royal flush]
drugs, money, murder and s-x
flashing two tecs to make you understand and respect
spaz for wreck, twenty gs around the neck
it flies again, you talk sh-t, i’m violent
shorty on my d-ck
five workers holding my -(strip ?) (sound more like “street”)-
bossy bosses, money come back with no losses
it’s new york, n-ggas dying over blood sport
break a dutchie, roll up in court, i fight with force
still shine when the lights is off, your cl!ck is off
i’m gangsta, let me bust some rounds at you w-nkstas
cold name, flush the greatest, breaking your (?) and dad is whatever get splattered
i laugh at you rappers, i hang with the (?), doo-rags, sweats and (?)
d’s attack us, blowing right back us for practice
lie on the mattress, but your stomach where your back is
royal flush and m.o.p, you know it’s street madness

[hook]x2
we go one on one, gun on gun
bust nut inside the same chick, we gone son on son
what would you rather have baby, fun or none ?
you wanna go do some real sh-t then front on us

[verse 2: matt fingaz]
yeah, i’m on some wilded out white sh-t, on my p-ssion
if you feel like tommy tee (storm for action?)
you missed up rapping it’s like m.o.p. stop mashing
only white kid on the team, feel like a junk p-ssing
(you best’ stop blastin’) yeah that’s what’s up
i’m like a iced out track star running with flush
(gunning the c-nts) that’s h-ll while you’re bored as h-ll
even your truck team got bored and (?) itself
(what else?) f-ck around, i ain’t even (?)
you want weed? you’re so poor you can’t afford the smell (sh-t)
a stoned poor mean son of a b-tch
fingers three-sixteen so i crushed your chin
spit on me cause i bust it quick
you know m.o.p. and flush, but saying “who the f-ck is this?”
it’s matt fingaz see me on rap hits
(firing squad!) yeah, (?)

[hook]x2

[verse 3: lil fame]
this is the update
you figure it out, love, hate
but i’m a hate to love and fill your face with slugs
(d-mn one law) n-gga, brave lil fame
i’ll put a bat to your -ss like cold baseball
(blaze) d-d-d-don’t f-ck around
these streets, i’m in it
of course i’m silly
yo those waves look nice
watch these slugs dive in it
put a hood over your head or put about five on it

[verse 4: billy danze]
see what n-ggas were saying themselves
the only true blue word putting work for the field, n-gga (who you?)
i was given a technique so deep from these streets
that the thugs love and shall never mistreat me (now)
f-ck y’all n-ggas (and the whole sh-t rolled it on)
face the flames with that thang tell ’em to get it on
i’ve done f-cked up a substantial amount of men
and if time rewinds, i’ll f-ck em up again (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

[hook]x2

- tommy tee

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